The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

"Why do you live with the dead?"

When Li Changsheng spoke, his eyes swept across the crowd, and 1/3 of them were living corpses. The spiritual light in the eyes flickered, piercing through Jiuyou in an instant, the spiritual veins of the earth with a radius of a hundred miles, and the aura of all things in the world came into view.

These people have a yin energy in their dantian, which connects to the underground river of forgetfulness, and uses it as a foundation to survive in the world. And everyone's body is mixed with the smell of incense, similar to the City God, but very messy and tiny.

Put it in Kyushu, at most it is just a sign in the ancestral hall of a certain family, and it is impossible to make people become incense and fire gods.

In my memory, an article about the method of the Yin God was opened, where the Yin sinks, where the Yin God comes out, and the top dojo for becoming a god and training corpses. Some of the evil cultivators he killed, and the various methods he saw often sought places where Yin Qi gathered.

It is windy and cold here, as can be seen from Fengshui, one season is cold and the other is hot, just like the so-called yin and yang.

Using the senses of ordinary people, it is hot to death in summer, cold to death in winter, and there is no spring or autumn throughout the year.

After learning from some evil ways and magic methods, it is no less difficult to train a person into a living corpse to keep his mind than to cultivate a golden core. The fastest way to practice here is here. If you have sufficient conditions, you can become a golden elixir in one year, a nascent soul in ten years, and a god of transformation in a hundred years.

But there are advantages and disadvantages, all kinds of filth are still more dangerous to the corrosion of the self than the catastrophe. Cultivators who have lost their minds are easier to deal with than monsters, and they have enough time to set the opponent up.

If you set up a thousand or eight hundred magic circles, he will also plunge into them.

In this way, a myth also appeared. The successor of a certain great sect used the foundation of building a foundation to kill the peak of Jindan alone, and directly crossed 4 realms. Even Xueye Sword Immortal can only defeat the mid-stage Golden Core with the peak of Foundation Establishment, and the peak may have to rely on the power of the Heavenly Sword.

At first Li Changsheng admired that this person's talent was higher than his own, but later he found out that this person stopped at the Golden Core stage all his life.

What he killed back then was an evil cultivator who lost his mind and looked like a beast. It took him 30 years to prepare, exhausted a lot of resources, and deployed thousands of formations to barely kill it.

Are these people evil cultivators?

Li Changsheng made such a judgment based on past experience, but quickly vetoed it. There is Yin Qi, but there is no evil spirit, even if there is evil spirit, it is impossible to judge a person's good or evil.

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing, some evils are not considered evil by Li Changsheng.

The black-faced man was stupefied at the moment, trying his best to restrain himself from looking at the immortal master with disrespectful eyes, and said a little timidly: "Immortal master, isn't it like this all over the world? How can you live without living with your ancestors? The ghosts are here tonight. Crawling, poisonous miasma comes in during summer and winter, and our family depends on the protection of our ancestors."

"In our small village, we can't bear the shade tree, so we can only keep it at home and offer it with incense day and night."

"Ghosts?" Li Changsheng looked around again, and he could indeed see many evil spirits, the density of which reached a ghost within ten miles, and a nest within a hundred miles.

You must know that this scene was only seen when Kyushu was the most chaotic, but it doesn't look like a chaotic world here.

Li Changsheng restrained his thoughts and said, "Can I take Pindao to visit the village?"

"Of course, of course, when you enter the village, it will be like a fairy coming in person, and all the ancestors of the village will be able to enjoy the blessings."

Led by the black-faced man, Li Changsheng walked into this creepy-looking village.

White cloth is hung in front of every house, there are coffins on the beams of the house, children play with the corpse of the grandfather, and the woman puts death makeup on the mother-in-law.

"How old are you?"

"Returning to the Immortal Master, the yang life is 30 years, and the yin life is 5 years, a total of 35 years. If the descendants strive to get a Huaiyin wood to make a coffin, they can add another 10 years."

"How much is the tax?"

"tax?"

The black-faced man showed doubts, and Li Changsheng patiently explained to him what is tax? Hearing that farming requires paying taxes, all the villagers, including the black-faced man, widened their eyes in disbelief.

"The gods still need mundane things like us?"

"Some places need it."

Li Changsheng remembered that this place was different from Kyushu, where immortals and ordinary people lived together, and the sect assumed the functions of the ordinary dynasty. Monks naturally don't need grains, so it's normal to have no taxes.

"So can you live and work in peace and contentment? There are enough grains to eat all year round, and there will be surplus after winter. This is better than many places."

It is inevitable for a mortal dynasty to collect taxes. If it does not collect taxes, a dynasty cannot function at all. In the era of Xueye Sword Immortal, there was a Jindan elder who proposed to make the world tax-free, everyone has land to cultivate, and everyone has food to eat.

But this proposal was eventually scrapped, as the dynasty could not function without taxation. The sect alone would definitely not be able to manage it. No matter how bad the dynasty is, it is better than chaos. No matter how bad the court is, it is better than the landlords and gentry.

Li Changsheng has never managed the world, but the Jianzong classics he saw were all criticisms of the sect's management of the world, saying:

[Those who are in charge of the world by the Zongmen, or the lazy administration will leave the power to the squires without rules, or the people will be kept as livestock, and life and death will be seized. 】

I don't know if the records in the ancient books are true.

"Being favored by the gods, it is natural to live and work in peace and contentment."

The black-faced man answered without hesitation, but answering too quickly was a kind of guilty conscience. Li Changsheng could feel the other party's fear, as if his head would fall off if he shook his head.

It was night, and Li Changsheng stayed at the black-faced man's house for dinner.

The other party originally said something politely, but Li Changsheng did not expect that he really agreed. So he was surprised and delighted that the god who can fly the shield in the sky actually stayed in his home, which is a great honor.

Go out later and say something: "There is an immortal Yukong staying in the humble house"

In this way, even the adults in the town have to give up three points, and others dare not rush to kill some things.

The black-faced man took out the surplus food at home and exchanged it for a two-month-old piglet and two chickens. At the same time, they dug out the yellow rice wine that has been preserved for many years. They call it Huangquan wine here.

It is usually drunk when people’s yin and life are exhausted. In addition to using millet, millet and glutinous rice as raw materials like normal wine, some medicinal materials are added to it, which contains strong yin energy.

A table of food was placed in front of Li Yi, and the family didn't dare to serve it, they just stood aside and watched cautiously.

The black-faced man stood behind Li Yi, filled him with a bowl of wine respectfully, and said, "Master Immortal, this wine is made from pure medicinal herbs, and there are no miscellaneous things added. Although it is not authentic, it is at least It’s not so permeable when you drink it.”

Li Changsheng looked at the rice wine that was steaming cold, and asked, "How can it be considered authentic?"

"Using the corpse of a Yin man who has just died, use a special method to refine it into human yellow, and then add it to wine. Wine is also very particular, and it needs the assistance of many drugs that can stimulate yang energy, so as to achieve the balance of yin and yang."

"Where did the body come from?"

"Of course it belongs to my family, it's one of Yu Yin's. But some bastards go to steal other people's, and make it into wine for sale."

The black-faced man slightly lowered his voice and whispered, "Half of the wine shops in the city sold were stolen. My grandfather was stolen by them. They originally wanted to use him to add two acres of land to the family."

"The main city master is Jindan Daoist, who has been collecting heads recently, and each household has to produce a corpse."

Li Changsheng just paused when he heard the words, and then said with emotion: "Throughout the ages, the big fish eat the small fish, and the adults eat the villains. Sit down."

"Small and humble, not worthy to sit at the same table with an immortal teacher."

Li Changsheng could see that he was afraid from the bottom of his heart, and his attitude towards practitioners was completely different from that of Kyushu.

The people of Kyushu also fear practitioners, but not so much. On the contrary, because of Jianzong, those who practice are virtuous in the eyes of the common people, so there are many things that travel thousands of miles to ask practitioners to punish evil.

He poured a glass of wine for the black-faced man, and said, "You give me the way of hospitality, and I will give you the friendship of a gentleman, drink it."

The black-faced man hesitated for a long time, and finally drank the wine tremblingly, his whole face flushed immediately. Naturally, this wasn't some magical medicine that Li Changsheng had given inside, he was just purely excited.

Afterwards, the whole family also sat down at the table tremblingly, and the mummified old man next to him touched arms with Li Changsheng, and they all jumped up.

Three times after drinking, Li Changsheng asked the black-faced man for a method to turn his family members into living corpses called living burial, but after a glance, it was just a very rough method of training corpses. The only thing that surprises him is that this method can avoid Wang Chuan's pull on the spirit of the messenger, so ordinary people can still have the so-called Yinshou after death.

Yinshou is essentially the time that the soul can exist by eating incense.

Li Changsheng felt that this method had a charm of bringing the dead back to life, so he stayed in the village and devoted himself to studying it. As for why he didn't choose a place where mountains, rivers and old forests would not be disturbed, he needed to be angry rather than concentrate.

He thought, if he went deep into the mountains and old forests again, he might be too forgetful again.

There is nothing worth caring about in the world without an old friend. He often has this idea. I don't know if I was confused by the way of heaven and seduced myself into the way again.

Furthermore, he didn't know how to go to Wangchuan Huangquan, and there were no records in the classics of the major sects. It is said that there is no connection between heaven and earth, and those who are not dead are not allowed to enter.

Hearing that Li Changsheng wanted to stay, the black-faced man called the villagers together and spent half a year building a wooden house. The etiquette is light but the meaning is heavy. Although the wooden house is really not luxurious, it is already a rare luxury for a village where only mud houses and thatched houses can be lived.

A fairy lived in the earthen village by the river, but Youzhou didn't know it, and the gods didn't know it.

spring.

Birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, and a gust of wind blew across the village, blowing away the yin qi emanating from the ground veins. And all the original coffins have been placed at the end of the village, so as not to be blown away.

The faces of the villagers are so rosy, and everyone has a smile on their faces. After all, it is not a right way to have Yin Qi in the living. If it is not trapped by life, mortals do not want to live with the dead.

"Master Immortal, this is the wild boar caught today, the right hind leg given to you by the village. Also, although this wine has no medicinal properties, it can be regarded as a high-quality yellow spring. I bought it for you. There is also this candied fruit, It is also a rarity brought to you."

"I don't need these, I don't need to burden myself in vain."

"Hey, what are you talking about? Since you came, there have been no ghosts in my village for dozens of miles. And the city knows that there is a great god like you, so the head will not be taken away. In previous years, a few children have been taken in. Boys and girls."

"What's wrong with you, Master Immortal? Is it because the wine doesn't fit your mouth?"

"I'm just thinking, I just want to be happy, maybe I can live a little bit more happily. Changing the world requires the right time, place and people, but this place doesn't have it at all."

"But I saw it, let's kill him."

There was a thunder from the sky and the earth, and all the dark clouds dispersed.

The black-faced man looked in the direction of Luo Lei, which was the nearest city to him.

summer.

Every household in the village dries medicinal herbs, and everyone reads medical fairy books. Tucun has become a well-known medical village.

Relying on medical skills that are not available in Youzhou, every household has ample food and clothing, and there are 300 stone-brick houses for 300 households. The wooden house by the creek at the head of the village has been remodeled many times, a house with a small courtyard.

The requirements of Li Changsheng's question are very strange. The house must be eight feet wide, the yard must be twelve feet wide, there must be an oval stone bench, there must be a tree, and there must be a sign with each name engraved on it.

"Master Immortal, it's so hot this year that people panic. Fortunately, according to the prescription you gave me, I made a lot of medicine for heatstroke, otherwise I would die again. You are really a god and man, and you are proficient in everything in the world."

"I just live longer, so I naturally know more. Have I practiced that exercise for you?"

"A certain talent is low-level and can't practice."

"There's no need to force it. Take the medicine I gave you day and night, and you can increase your lifespan by 10 years."

"Master Immortal, do you have relatives who need to pay respects to these plaques that you put up every day? Why do you worship others with such a golden body? How about I ask the village to build a special ancestral hall for you, and let every family worship."

"Worship? Pindao is just remembering, and I will use this method to comfort myself in my place. I will light a stick of incense and maybe they will receive it. Regarding death, even Pindao can't do anything."

"Forgive me for my small presumption, your loved ones will definitely receive incense in the underworld."

"hope so."

Autumn.

Li Changsheng sat in the yard as usual. He was dressed in white, which hadn't changed for decades, but the people in the village had changed two generations.

"Master Xian, this is your candied fruit, and the best yellow spring. I know you don't like to use people to make wine, but the wine shops in the city are not clean. I brewed it myself. And this is my little one. Son, he will deliver things for you in the future."

"Aren't you going to meet the immortal master soon?"

"Meet the immortal master."

"Look carefully and remember well. The immortal master has protected my village for thirty years, so that our earthen village can not be infested by ghosts and have enough food and clothing for many years. I was rescued by the immortal master when I was young. If I learned two points in medical skills, my grandpa in the city would have to ask for help." You go to the doctor."

"Can gods get sick too?"

"What kind of gods, those who care about us are not gods. Besides, when Yin Qi enters the body, it is common for Jianji to be weak, and many die at sixty."

winter.

Li Changsheng walked out of the courtyard after decades, and came to the place where he had eaten in the village. The home of the black-faced man has changed from a mud house where eight people live together into a large courtyard, and a family of more than a dozen people live together without being crowded.

And he himself was very old.

"Master Immortal, I am over seventy years old, and you have not changed at all."

"Change and change are in the heart, and appearance is nothing more than appearance. If you want to live, you must practice hard, and you will fight for your life after all."

"No, no, the little one knows how much he is, so he doesn't do that useless work. It's just that after I leave, I don't know if that turtle grandson can serve you well, it's just his memory!"

"Where's your son?"

"Die, mortals are only thirty years old, and I can only live longer because of your grace. It is also annoying, the masters in the city did not live as long as I did, and they heard that I am still old. I thought it was Jindan Daoist."

"The Dharma door cultivated here is not the right way after all."

"Dare to ask the immortal master what is the righteous way?"

"My way can be the right way."

It's another spring.

Li Changsheng looked at the anxious middle-aged man in front of him. His black face and rough face looked like his grandfather's back then, but the wine was poorly brewed. There is nothing wrong with this, after all, he is not his grandfather, and no one can replace others.

Just as he was about to make a comment, he suddenly looked up and looked outside the courtyard. A big black-faced man strode in, holding a jug of wine in his hand, and his body was full of yin.

"Your wine, Immortal Master, I really can't do things sloppy, so I have no choice but to climb out of the coffin and bring you wine."

"Aren't you afraid of breaking your practice?"

"I became a living corpse just to pour wine for you for a few more years. I don't have much ambition. Our lifespan is exhausted, and there is Yinshou to live on for a few more years. Unlike your Kyushu, When people die, they are gone.”

"You see, this body is very strong."

The black-faced man showed off his strong physique, and said: "Death does not necessarily mean passing away forever. Maybe your relatives are still waiting for you in Huangquan."

"."

There was a ripple in Li Changsheng's calm eyes, and the spring breeze came with a slight smile: "Good."

Ten years after spring, summer, autumn and winter, the black-faced man Yu Dabiao died, and Li Changsheng left the village and entered the underworld.

Standing high in the sky, he overlooked the Yin meridian of the earth, Wangchuan River, raised his hand to grab it forward, and with a light grip, he grasped the ancestral vein of Yin Qi in a way that ordinary people can't understand

In an instant, the vibration traversed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the Yin energy of thousands of miles traversed the Yin veins of thirty-six cities and seventy-two towns. There were countless existences entrenched on the nodes of Yin energy, and countless people trapped in ghosts and ghosts. The number of thousands.

All stay in place, feeling the glorious heavenly power descending from the sky.

"open."

As soon as the words fell, the land was divided into two halves. This ancient land of Youzhou has finally heard of the power of immortality.